For those of you who celebrate, I hope you had a Christmas Eve + Christmas day. Being that I was raised in an Italian household, Christmas Eve is the real shindig, while Christmas day is pretty mellow. I spent the evening with my mom + her cousins, which was fun. I took a video of my mom making [yes, making] homemade mozzarella cheese, which is really cool. Its insanely delicious + I ate way too much. We had fun chatting + opening presents. Its an ongoing joke that my mom always forgets/misplaces one of our gifts + this year was no exception. A week ago, she told me that once she find the gift that she lost, she will give it to me. While Erich was unwrapping his gifts behind me, I heard him oohing + aahing over something he just opened. I turn around + see him ogling over The Sounds of Star Wars
. I look at my mom + say to her, "Didn't you buy him for that two years ago, but you couldn't find it?" My cousin + mom burst out laughing, because when my mom was wrapping it, they were discussing the same thing. Typical.
This morning was spent sleepily opening stockings [I had two this year, one from my mom + one from Erich], followed by a coffee break, to fuel us for unwrapping our presents. Everyone was spoiled with wonderful, thoughtful presents. We headed over for breakfast with my stepdad, which was followed by gifts + March of the Wooden Soldiers
[which might be the creepiest holiday movie I have ever seen]. All day, I couldn't shake the sadness I was feeling. I kept thinking about how this was the first Christmas Dom would not be celebrating, then I thought about those families in Newtown. There is so much to be lucky for in this world + I hope that these people can find things that will bring light + love their way.
Its only 830, but I am heading into bed. The holidays always wear me out, especially since we went on a crazy cleaning spree earlier this evening. I hope you all had a wonderful day + try to spread cheer to those around you.
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